Fallow 358
The rain is pouring
I believe after sunrise
Yet the skies are dark
Taste of true fallow
Unexpected holiday
Words true, sharp, and sparse
'Neath the overhang
I find day filtering in
Without plan in mind
But song in my heart
And seeping into airwaves
Signs still resonate
If story is done
Why do days keep proceeding
As they ever have?
Agreement compelled
Is no agreement at all
Just a desperate lie
I see that first spark
Our hearts will judge between us
When the chips are down
For desperation
Is an acceptable state
When it's all you have
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